Category Archives: Consciousness
Time Piece
Old clocks get tired. Nothing seems random. There is no rest while the spring grips taut intent, or the electrons keep moving across potential in constant current, or the sun casts a shadow on a face as old as humanity. … Continue reading
Little Mind
My little mind seeks its way among large things in a vastness it cannot comprehend. I am glad it keeps going, past questions without answers, being stubborn that way, in blind faith, on some kind of mission, believing there is … Continue reading
Thankful
For: the rustle of warm bedclothes; the distant dark noise of the ocean; a coyote yip in the night; the sigh of a lover satisfied; an adversary’s sudden pause; a shared laugh; electric light to write by; books that seize … Continue reading
Magic
A lilt of breeze comes into my instrument; leaves beat the ground: show me the rhythm. Finding isn’t, seeking is. I nudge where light robs the darkness. I arrive in a place that sings. It is magic. (fountain: shutterstock.com; wings: … Continue reading
In The Telling
My story moves around who’s doing the telling; who’s listening also forms the shape of it. I don’t much care as long as it’s all about me. In the dark, when I cannot see the ceiling, it’s not all about … Continue reading
One Answer
You ask what I believe in, the question hanging in the air like a flock of Vaux swifts poised to dive into a chimney. Any answer I give will be trampled beneath the boots of your dogma. But I answer anyway … Continue reading
Refusal
The wall crawls with stuff I don’t want to recognize. Looking obliquely, the movement reveals insects, each one connected to some choking childhood terror. I watch them through the sheetrock. Thousands of antennae, millions of legs, with an occasional slither. As … Continue reading
Galaxy and Stone
I am a galaxy, I am a stone. I am a truth lying in bone. My emotions run wild, I am colder than ice. My big-hearted angel has paid a great price watching me stumble and helping me fly. The … Continue reading
Shadow Crown
My shadow has a corona and baffles me with its otherworldly glow crowning the absence of light. How can this be? The world has rules. Obviously, I do not know them all. The light wavers around the silhouette of my … Continue reading
That Sparkling Crecendo
Nod and smile: no commitment, metaphorical hands in cerebral pockets, a performance artfully rendered in a vacuum of open connections and blithe attentiveness. Nothing is there disguised as a vague thought—the actor acts— sometimes convincing himself. How different when passion … Continue reading



